Free Hard & Fast (Rules to Break #1) by Ana Gabriel Page B

call Kate. I need to go shopping.”
    Cole chuckles and pushes up from his stool, circling the island.
    “I’m glad you’re happy,” he says. Then he grabs my wrist and pulls me roughly toward him. I gasp. His smile is gone now, and all that’s left is a dark hunger.
    “Cole, what are you doing?” I ask.
    He yanks my towel off. Cold air rushes up at me, prickling my skin and making my nipples instantly hard.
    “I’m showing you who’s the boss.”
    He spins me around and pins my arm behind my back so that my stomach is pressed up against the island. A moan escapes me. The brutality, his power, the rawness of it all—it’s unbearably hot. And then in one fluid motion, he shoves himself inside me. I’m not ready for it, and I gasp as he fills me, his cock somehow even bigger when I don’t have the time to get used to the idea of it being inside me. He reaches one hand around and grabs my breast roughly, using the other to pull my hips back and drive my ass into him. There’s nothing romantic about it, and it makes liquid heat rush through me, starkly at odds with the pain of his rough entrance and my stomach grinding into the kitchen counter. And before long, I’m wetter than if he’d spent hours priming me. I don’t want him to stop. I want this man to dominate me. Use me. Fuck me.
    My head rolls forward and a groan escapes me. He responds by changing his angle so that he drives deeper into me, filling spaces I didn’t think were possible to reach. Waves after wave of pleasure rock through me, building, soaring, cascading.
    “Oh, God,” I mumble.
    “You like that?” he growls.
    “I’m, I’m going to come.”
    His body goes stiff behind me, and he lets out a grunt. Just before I’m about to explode with sweet relief, he pulls out. It happens so quickly that my legs fail under my weight, and I almost stumble to the ground if not for the counter’s support beneath me.
    Cole pulls his pants up over his cock. “What’s wrong, Rose?”
    Warm wetness slips down my leg.
    “You asshole,” I manage.
    A grin pulls up his lips. He pats my butt. “And now we’re even. Better get packing. Like you said: you only have three days.”
    Then he winks at me and saunters out of the room, whistling a tune as I heave against the counter naked.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    “Prague? Prague!” Kate yells. She pulls down her sunglasses and looks around. We’ve gotten a few stares since I told her about the trip and she hasn’t stopped yelling the word Prague. She’s had a couple of drinks already and it does nothing for her volume control.
    “Sorry,” she whisper-yells as I shush her. We’re sitting outside a restaurant in the Grove. She insisted on coming here since I’m leaving in a couple of hours and she insists on paying, so I’m still nursing my first drink. “Damn, do you know any Czech at all?”
    “Not a word,” I admit.
    “Bet this job’s not looking so bad right about now, is it?”
    I think about my frustration in the kitchen three days ago. Cole hasn’t made a move to touch me since, and fuck if I’m going to go begging for it. Even though just thinking about him has me tied up in knots.
    “Come on. Finish your drink,” I say, unwilling to answer the question. I still can’t bring myself to tell Kate what I’ve been doing with Cole and besides, at the rate she’s drinking, soon everyone in the bar is going to know Cole Dean is flying to Prague and I’m going with him. I point to the storefront of La Perla, just visible across the street. “Last minute shopping,” I say. “Then I really have to go.”
    Kate’s flicking through pics on tourist sites on her phone as she downs the last of her mojito. “Look at this architecture! I can’t believe you’re going for a whole week. I wonder what he’ll have you doing while you’re there?”
    She grabs her purse and pays the bill and I try not to think about what he’ll have me doing, or what I wish he’d have me doing. He’s barely